61 – Midterm Exam – 4
The demons of this world are a naturally long-lived race, and they even become stronger in proportion to the time they enjoy blood and violence.
In other words, it means that demons that have lived for a long time have a lot of military power. The weak ones become victims of their own people before they can live long.
It wasn’t just that. The longer a demon lives, the stronger its body becomes. The ability to cut rocks with fingernails and bite steel with teeth was also thanks to the strength of the body, which increased in proportion to the number of years one lived.
The mockery of armor was born when such physical characteristics were combined with a culture that revered the unique strength of demons and pursued blood and violence.
The awareness that a strong demon should be able to withstand attacks with only its own physical abilities, rather than relying on armor, suddenly began to spread one day.
High-ranking demons with strength and skills were taken aback by the seemingly perfect claims, and a culture naturally arose that ridiculed those wearing armor as cowards.
The changes that occurred in clothing were also based on such ridicule. Since they are demons who regard blood and violence as part of their daily lives, they thought that they could show off their strength more if they were exposed to extreme amounts of clothing even in their usual clothes.
Once perceptions began to change, the social upheaval took place in an instant. In just a few hundred years, showing oneself throughout the demon world came to be regarded as a privilege of the powerful.
Strong demons get more exposure, and weak demons get less exposure. Therefore, it was natural that the Demon King, who could be said to be the pinnacle of all demons, was almost completely naked.
The only demons that could be an exception were the succubi, who had been wearing shabby clothes from the beginning, and the vampires, who had preferred nobility over violence for generations.
“Is that why you say you’re the devil and why you’re dressed like that?”
“…… Sadly, that’s the case.”
I lowered my gaze.
The dress was so tight that it almost burst, barely covering half of her large, almost violent breasts, and the side slits went beyond her ilium and up to near her ribs.
The only other clothes she wore were black stockings that reached mid-thigh and an opera glove worn on her right hand. Judging by the smooth sides, she must not have been wearing underwear.
In terms of exposure alone, it was lower than Rosaria’s ‘saint’s clothing’, but that is beside the point as the purpose for which it was created in the first place was special.
“Then why are you embarrassed now? You too are a demon. “Isn’t it natural for you to wear that outfit?”
I pretended not to know and hinted.
I know why you are embarrassed. That’s probably because what’s inside is not the Demon Lord, but a possessed person. So far, I thought there was a high probability of that happening, but judging by that attitude, it was 100% certain.
‘With this, I will be able to find out what the Demon King thinks of me.’
Does she think of me simply as a character who suddenly appears like Rosaria, or does she think of me as a possessor in the same situation as herself?
“It is…” ….”
After hesitating for a while, the Demon King cautiously opened his mouth, perhaps thinking of an excuse.
“…… Aren’t you a human male? Their values are completely different from those of the demons. “I know that by your human standards, her attire is no different from that of the cheap prostitutes on the streets.”
‘You’re thinking of me as a character.’
It was worth it. Who would have imagined that there would be someone else possessed other than himself? Before I met Priscilla, I thought I was the only one brought here.
I didn’t even know that other possessed people were in that situation.
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“…… Will you trust me now? If you don’t believe her, look, she’s not holding anything right now. She wears clothes like this, generously exposing every inch of her body to you. “Even though she’s like this, is it even worse that you still can’t trust her?”
The Demon King slightly spread his arms. Unlike when they first met, the current Demon King was completely defenseless. He was desperately pleading with his face to trust me.
That’s because you don’t want to kill me. From the very first time I met him, he told me he would never kill me. Even now, that feeling hasn’t changed at all.
I laughed a little as I looked down.
“It seems like a lie to say it’s because I’m human.”
“That’s not true-“
“It’s because he’s not the Demon King but the possessed one. “I’m a human possessed by a demon king, so isn’t it natural that I can’t adapt to demon culture?”
“…… !!!!!”
The pink pupils were wide open. He looked like he couldn’t believe what he had just heard. The Demon King stammered a question in a trembling voice.
“Oh, how about it. How…… How…… ?”
“What can I do? “I’m just like you—big?!”
Before I could finish speaking, I was headbutted by the demon king who rushed at me. I reflexively strengthened my legs and held on. He almost rolled over backwards.
The demon king who hugged me trembled convulsively.
“Really…… Are you really a human being like me? Are you really a human being who can think and act on your own, and not just an imitation that repeats given actions like everything else?”
“That’s right. I only saw the prologue to this novel, but I was hooked. There is no way to lose again. “I guess I shouldn’t have watched unnecessary dramas like this.”
Ropan. Prologue. I was dragged in. Every time I heard a word that would make no sense to any character in the world of this novel, the devil let out a silent scream.
The demon king trembled for a while and buried his face on my shoulder.
“Wait a minute…… It really only takes a moment. Can you let me stay like this for just a moment? When I thought that I had finally met a real person and not a fake, my legs became weak…….”
It was just as he said. The Demon King’s body was in such a precarious state that it seemed as if it would collapse at any moment if it weren’t for the arms wrapped around my neck. I wrapped my hands around his waist and supported his body.
I wondered why the tone of speech was the same even though I revealed that I was a possessor, but I can ask that question later. Because we don’t even know how many times that side has regressed.
The Demon King muttered, almost crying.
“It was really long…… It was a long, long time…… How long has it been since I met someone I can open up to like this? ….”
As the strength to hold my neck became stronger, my chest, not my neck, began to feel tight. This was due to the size of the chest armor, which far surpassed Priscilla’s and was either larger than Rosaria’s or not.
I was barely able to withstand the great pressure on my chest, and when the sounds of sobbing and swallowing tears subsided, I opened my mouth.
“How many times was this?”
“I’ve regressed 89 times, so this is the 90th time… ….”
The Demon King didn’t try to respond reflexively, but instead raised his face as if he noticed something strange.
“Well, how did you know that? “Have you ever been in the same situation as me?”
“No. Not me. There are two other people in the same situation as you. “Those kids also regained control after meeting me.”
Rather than that, if this is the 90th time, it is the second largest number after Priscilla. Assuming he returned every five years like the other two, he would have lived as a demon lord for nearly 450 years, so it was natural for him to speak like that.
“If you say there is someone else who was in the same situation as you, who are you talking about?”
“These are people you know. Priscilla Agnes and Rosaria Leone de Michaela.”
“…… You are the slave of the wizard and saint next to the hero. “I understand.”
The Demon King seemed to recognize Aria, not Rosaria, as a saint. Well, the only contact between the two was that they fought each other after Rosaria was stripped of her title and Aria was declared a saint.
“But why didn’t you become like us? Of course, that doesn’t mean you have to be like us! Just curious…… “
“I don’t know either.”
I really don’t know. Maybe it’s because I was possessed by a child who was supposed to be dead, or there may be other reasons I can’t even guess.
It was something unknown right now.
“These demons…….”
The Demon King stood in my arms for a long time and did not rest his mouth at all. It seemed as if the sadness of not being able to even have a proper conversation had come out all at once.
I quietly listened to his voice full of resentment, and only after about three or four hours had passed, I carefully interrupted him and asked a question.
“So why did you come here? Are you really here to see me? “What are you going to do if you get caught?”
“I can guarantee that you will never be caught. There is a being that is dozens of times stronger than that female dragon. It’s not even a matter of deceiving the magic or senses of those below. Rest assured, the fact that Yeo has descended will never be recorded in the monitoring magic tools. And…… Actually, there is one more reason.”
“What is it?”
“Eventually, there will come a time when we have to deal with the corps commander.”
“I guess so.”
The Demon King is no longer the enemy, but the corps commanders below him must be dealt with. Just in case there is another person possessed.
“She made arrangements before Yeo came, wouldn’t she kill one of them in advance now?”
Racul, the commander of the 4th Corps of the Demon King’s Army and the Vampire Lord, used up the power he received from the Demon King for the last time. My heart was beating several times more powerfully than usual.
The power given by the Demon King was truly enormous. In this state, I was so confident that I could win even if I faced all the other corps commanders.
He was given strength and warned that if he didn’t have enough food, he would be eaten, but Racul didn’t care. He is a vampire lord, so how could he not be enough as a vessel?
This is absolutely impossible.
‘This grace will surely be repaid with infinite loyalty.’
Racul recalled the expressions on the faces of the other corps commanders who were watching him receive power. He felt a sense of elation as if he was flying, and pledged his loyalty to the Demon Lord even more firmly.
I was planning to give him his throne as a gift once I returned from dealing with him. Even so, it wouldn’t amount to even one-thousandth of the grace I received.
What would be the best material for the next throne? He categorically rejected a throne made entirely of virgin bones, so better materials are needed.
‘A child and his or her parents would be useful.’
If you make a parent kill their child, cut off the head with that despairing expression on their face, and decorate it everywhere, it will be a very nice throne dripping with blood.
Racul called her subordinates and told them to catch about a hundred human pregnant women and their husbands, and then turned into a bloody dog. A blood mist in the shape of a vampire passed through the portal created by the Demon King.
It was a portal that had been specially made so that it could be penetrated without being affected by the magic of lesser humans. Even as Racul fell, her body trembled at the demon king’s grace.
Racul came out into a long hallway and checked his surroundings.
‘It’s a replica made to imitate a dungeon.’
Racul immediately realized that this elaborately constructed dungeon was fake. He felt a little displeased, but the orders given by the Demon King took precedence over his own personal feelings.
Detected nearby warmth and vital reactions. The target this time was a guy called Mira Crate. She defeated Maker and Rap Taru Kus in a virtual decision, a man who withstood Astaroth’s pheromones.
The expressions on the faces of the three who were mentioned as examples of failure were quite worth seeing. All of them had expressions distorted with shame and dishonor.
‘Fools.’
Racul was sure that the failure was because the other guys were idiots. How on earth do you have to be like an orc to handle things so that you can’t kill a single human being and have the devil give you orders directly?
‘There it is.’
Racul, who detected a life reaction not far away, turned into blood mist and rushed forward. Racul in this state cannot even be properly detected unless exposed to direct sunlight.
Especially in an artificial dungeon like now, where there was no proper light source, it was no different from complete invisibility.
Racul boldly lunged at the guy and tried to enter his body. The moment it infiltrates a human body in a state of blood mist and materializes, the body of a weak human being explodes.
“Big?!”
“What kind of guts do you have to come in like that? “Do you think I have no eyes?”
Before I knew it, the knife was sticking right into my body in the blood mist. Racul was astonished. Not only did you notice her bleeding, but you stabbed her right in the body?
It was a wound worse than being stabbed by a tree branch, which would recover the moment the knife was pulled out, but it was an act worth surprising in itself.
“Did you say he was a vampire lord? I’ve never fought with a guy like this…… What. You’ll find out when you try it. “Before that, let’s resolve any questions we have.”
Racul, who noticed that his blood was trying to escape backwards through the blade, strengthened his body to prevent the backward flow. Mira let out a small exclamation of her own.
“Are you resisting? After all, is it different when it’s loaded?”
“This guy!”
Racul, filled with rage, tried to release her power, but Mira acted faster. Her black eyes narrowed. Her chillingly cold voice flowed from between her lips.
ㅡI need your blood.
At the same time, the blood that made up Racul began to boil.